My goodness, nearly a year and a half between posts does not bode well for readership, does it? Sorry about that.
Since my last post, wherein I said that I moved away from my chosen home to my birthplace home, my darling spouse and best friend passed away. Death is a mean ol' bastard and takes a lot more than he gives, so selfishly, I've crawled into a hole.
But that death has afforded me some graces, including being able to move back to the West Coast. So, I am back in my precious small town and making the best of life and rebuilding myself as a single person after 15 years of partnering with the best human I could find.
I know life isn't just rough for me, I know you have your challenges too. At the very least, the economy is a challenge, most of my friends are dealing with heartache, or health issues, or deaths of their own. I suppose it's comonplace in our stage of life - which is a little bit older, hopefully a bit wiser, graciously a bit more grounded.
One thing that this grief has given me is an outpouring of friendships. Some are short term, blessings for awhile and then it's clear that the comfort we can give each other is temporary. Those are the hardest for me. I've recently had to let someone go who I thought I'd been a comfort to but as it turns out, that wasn't the case. I'm finding that for my own sanity, letting go of the idea of a specific type of friendship has been helpful. I'm also finding people who were friends for a time have resurfaced and really want to continue and deepen a friendship, which pleases me to no end. Those seem to grow slower. I'm happy with that.
I don't really have a point today. There is no overreaching thought to this post, just that I am here, alive, breathing, and growing. Surviving and thriving.
